Who’s scruffy looking?!

Fiend! Scallawag! Scoundrel! Vagabond! Rapscallion! Fartface! Chickenlips! Bedwetter! Bogiebrain! Smellypants!

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After the rain stops
We go out to squelch our toes
In the clover mud

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Lantern in the dark
From your yolk of light will grow
A brilliant new dawn

The rain and I fall
Into cold soggy puddles
That melt the old snow

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Don’t worry, eventually they stop saying “kitty cat…”

Satori Lorn Macintyre My grandfather didn’t know he was a Taoist. He had fished the river Awe for sixty years. Life is sensed as a flowing movement, a power like wind or water. When he cast, it was the bank that moved, not the river. The osprey with the salmon in its talons needed no metaphor to describe its beauty. He saw the suchness of the landscape, the great whole, perfect, sky, mountain, as in a painting by the Zen K’un-t’an. There is no Gaelic for the term satori, the solution lying beyond the intellect, that flash of delighted intuition, sensing that a salmon is lying in the current, while not seeing a ripple with the eye. If I had told him: ‘you read the river like a book, noting between the lines what other fishermen fail to spy,’ he would have clouted me on the head, the way Zen Masters took the big stick to pupils who insisted on comparison. The river needs no language, no homage. It goes its own way, like the osprey which will never run out of sky.

My grandfather didn’t know he was a Taoist.
He had fished the river Awe for sixty years.
Life is sensed as a flowing movement,
a power like wind or water. When he cast,
it was the bank that moved, not the river…

—Lorn Macintyre, “Satori”
from The Bridport Prize Anthology 2013
#Zen #poetry #fishing

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In winter, #catfish
Curls up beneath the #thin ice,
Stares up at the sun

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Vultures are holy creatures.
Tending the dead.
Bowing low.
Bared head.
Whispers to cold flesh,
“Your old name is not your king.
I rename you ‘Everything.’”

[The poem "Clergy" originally published in the collection Love Notes from the Hollow Tree by Jarod K. Anderson] #poetry

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Spiraling chaos
Cloud that roars like a freight train
The center, tranquil

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She’s the girl who,
Stepping in a mud puddle
Observes its “heart” shape

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The thrush genuflects
Among the rusty red leaves
On its pilgrimage

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A curtain of crows
Covers the lawn like black snow
Twittering murder

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We call life a road
As if it went in a line
And only one way—
What if we’re popcorn kernels?
Sizzling softly in hot oil…

#tanka #senryu #micropoem

Evening sees the sky
Peel down to her lacy slip,
Her cheeks turning pink

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This emerging bud
Could bare a rose or a tree
Only its roots know

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But for happenstance
I would rise with heron’s wings
While she watched me fly

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Glossy eyes recite
The final prayer of the doe
In the crimson grass

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Joy is not a direct deposit
Or granola bar buffet at the finish line

It strolls in with wet hair
And a warm styrofoam cup—
Sets down its flowered handbag
And takes its time with the chapstick

Before wheeling its smile around
toward your problems

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Thanks! It’s a good instrument for poets:)

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The air is dog breath
Sticky, panting, and eager
For a sip of lake